|The Fans of Patsy Cline Pay Tribute Through Poetry, Prose and Other Expressions of Their Love and Admiration
I may never see tomorrow; there’s no written guarantee,
And things that happened yesterday belong to history,
I cannot predict the future, I cannot change the past,
I have just the present moment, I must treat it as my last,
I must use this moment wisely for it soon will pass away,
and be lost to me forever as part of yesterday,
I must exercise compassion, help the fallen to their feet,
Be a friend unto the friendless, make an empty life complete,
The unkind things I do today may never be undone,
And friendships that I fail to win may nevermore be won,
I may not have another chance on bended knee to pray,
And thank God with humble heart for giving me this day.
Thank you, Patsy, for all you have given me.
Patsy, My Muse
Adapted By Lisa, The Homesick Texan
Oh, there is no death;
Here at Shenandoah are but bones.
All around you, love's in flower!
Zero though my breath,
Etched into these grooves are golden tones:
Hear and listen, feel love's power.
Photo Courtesy MCA/Imagine That Productions
I was sitting here listening to my
favorite Patsy CD, and thinking about how it's both a pleasure and a
painful thing to do.|
Patsy Country Rose
Bittersweet songs you sang
Play on in my heart
I can't help but get tears in my eyes every time I think of what's been lost.
All the best ~ Patsy4ever ~ Theresa Shalaby
A Rose is like a newborn child.|
It's fragile in its own way,
Like a seedling that grows taller
A little, day by day.
Its petals are soft and delicate,
Like the mist from the morning dew;
Like a touch of Crimson Velvet
That's so beautiful to view.
Its fragrance fills the morning air,
So clean, so new, so fresh;
Through the breeze as it flows
Like a newborn baby's breath.
It brightens up the beauty
Of the garden where it grows;
There is no other Beauty
Than the Beauty of the Rose.
And a Rose she was and always will be,
To everyone everywhere and especially to ME.
~ Kathy Pease, Houghton Lake, MI ~